My heart is a bird to-night That streams on the washed, icy air. My heart is a bird to-night 'Twixt the stars and the branches bare. My heart is abroad to-night Rushed on by the fierce, crystal air. No nest will it seek to-night In the branches, ice-brittle and bare. Wide-winged my heart to-night With joy on the surge of the air. What matter that spirits of night Make shudder the trees, lean and bare! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO MARY CHURCH TERRELL - LECTURER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON HEATHER ALE: A GALLOWAY LEGEND by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE WHITE CHARGER by ABUS SALT PRAYER OF AN UNEMPLOYED MAN by W. C. ACKERLY THE SUPPLIANTS: THE WORLD'S HARMONIOUS PLAN by AESCHYLUS JIM'S WHISTLE by ALEXANDER ANDERSON |